As the roadrunners roam the yard

Between every parked car

The clouds roll across the face

Of the Organ mountain range

Reminds me of the pain I cause

From never staying too long

Lord knows best

I'll never change

Drain this flask so damn fast

And wash away all these sinful stains

If you could match the feeling

Of torturing these lungs

Then we could stop time and make it seem

We'd be forever young

But it just seems you can't match

The feeling of this nicotine

Or the wind song through the mountains

Being sung

As we take a waking brеath

From a night of drunken mess

The thoughts wе lost in the dark

Seem to rush back in a lighter spark

Of that first morning cigarette

The memories are swept

In a mental replay

So stark

Racing through my memory

It's taken every ounce of me

To claw my way out of the dark

If you could match the feeling

Of torturing these lungs

Then we could stop time and make it seem

We'd be forever young

But it just seems you can't match

The feeling of this nicotine

Or the wind song through the mountains

Being sung

If you could match the feeling

Of torturing these lungs

And I'd quit my running from

Only the good die young

But it just seems you can't match

The feeling of this nicotine

Or the wind song through the mountains

Being sung

Or the wind song through the mountains

Being sung